Floorbound
Alone and feeling naked
I become a dirty sketch of the sorrow of silence
No Hollywood fantasia
No holy disease
Nor artistic malaise
It is urinating in front of strangers on planes, trains, streets and shops
In front of the dogs and the cats and the crows and the pigeons
All taste diminishes
All colour fades
Even coal turns white from your escapades
Time... gone
Sound... gone
Memory... gone
Movement... gone
It is broken jaws and black eyes and the familiarity of the ambulance insides
It is pills and tablets and tablets and pills
And, "Have you!?" and "Will you!?"
And, "I have" and "I will"
It is telling your neighbour that you have fits
And looking up at the face that waits on the future to hit
Bending and twisting your words like a seizure
Trying to say it that much easier
Not a word of a lie
Are chances I'll die
1000/1 that I'll be done
Unexpected and sudden
This is sorrow
The only word that is correct here
No anger, no depression
Not rage, nor withheld aggression
It is alone
And naked
And dirtied
A let down to yourself you feel
To your neighbour and stranger
A smear on their history
Defiling Earth with this story
This story of sorrow
As maybe, just maybe a 1000/1 of tomorrow
Copyright © James Pepper | Year Posted 2015
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